Every fart under the sun
Most happiest moment in your life will unexpected events and sudden changes through experience.
Sunday, February 20, 2011
Cream Berry Note # 2 - January Depression
A new year is a new beginnings, that's what all said. Yes a beginning depends on what situation you haven't completely resolved last year. Every night of this whole January, i'm having a sleepless nights, thinking of random things that i never felt this way before. I really love this girl, or it's just i can't really let her go because she's always there for me. Reluctantly, i'm tried to call her to win her back again.
Friday, February 18, 2011
Cream Berry Notes # 1 - New Years Dilemma
That was the night before the new year's eve. I'd so been excited for preparation of the food, drinks, and all the stuffs that are connected for the celebration of the new year. I went to church by 8pm, so that i could go home by 10 or 11.
While inside the church, i can't stop thinking about everything and yes, it's like day dreaming inside of a monastery surrounded by god-fearing people. I wanted to turn back the time, from the moment i met this girl. Hmm, let's named her using alias "Chinese-Hottie". My current status that time was, uhh having an affair, favorite best-friend, fling, flirt-mate, or title-nalang-kulang (in tagalog). We were drinking with a couple of friends, two guys and 4 girls, including the Chinese-Hottie. She's wearing spaghetti-strap while covering the partial blue strap of bra and her skin is so white, that when a light reflected on it, you'd get covering your eyes. At that moment, can't help it but fantasizing her while we were drinking, thinking of removing every apparels she was wearing, kissing her in the neck, licking her going downward until i reached her ass-liked pretentious one. Things like that, a normal way of guy things do.
to be continued... :)
While inside the church, i can't stop thinking about everything and yes, it's like day dreaming inside of a monastery surrounded by god-fearing people. I wanted to turn back the time, from the moment i met this girl. Hmm, let's named her using alias "Chinese-Hottie". My current status that time was, uhh having an affair, favorite best-friend, fling, flirt-mate, or title-nalang-kulang (in tagalog). We were drinking with a couple of friends, two guys and 4 girls, including the Chinese-Hottie. She's wearing spaghetti-strap while covering the partial blue strap of bra and her skin is so white, that when a light reflected on it, you'd get covering your eyes. At that moment, can't help it but fantasizing her while we were drinking, thinking of removing every apparels she was wearing, kissing her in the neck, licking her going downward until i reached her ass-liked pretentious one. Things like that, a normal way of guy things do.
to be continued... :)
Friday, February 4, 2011
The Dead Chipmunk
A pun-like any mousetrap joke is what we might call a one-alarm joke. The brain jumps out of bed, slides down the pole, races to the scene, and “gets it” i.e., sees both meanings at once, resolves the ambiguity, thus restoring order and security. It’s a kind of infection control. This activity of our Cognitive First Responders is experienced as pleasure, whether or not it is based in abject fear.
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